Volume 1, Chapter 39: Exterminating the Corpse King

As the Ghost King descended into chaos, a sudden flute melody pierced the silence of the Forbidden City. The notes were winding and low, filled with intricate dissonances that instinctively evoked a chilling sense of dread. The once grand and magnificent imperial palace suddenly took on a sinister aura, as if one were cast into the depths of the endless underworld.

The setting sun, like spilled blood, cast its glow upon the bloody slaughter in the air. Qin Ge, already bathed in gore, appeared under the twilight as if clad in crimson armor, a very Asura risen from hell.

Hua Cai-die and Bu Tian-man had been stuck at the late Golden Core stage for centuries. They had accumulated deep insights into the Heavenly Dao, lacking only spiritual energy; thus, with Shen Yu’s spirit pills, their breakthrough to the Nascent Soul stage was a natural progression. Shen Yu, however, lacked not energy, but the accumulation of insight into the Dao.

"Just about. If I succeed in crafting them, I should have five pieces of Emperor’s Blood Jade. I have other rare jades here as well, though—you could help me promote those too!" Su Xuan said with a smile.

I don’t know what kind of cavern the Immortal-Slaying Cave is, nor do I care if I can pierce it, but if that "spending the rest of my life" talk happens, then damn it, things have gone too far.

"Enough, say no more. Hua'er, there are some things you do not understand. Tell him to leave first. I wish to be alone." Seeing her maid continue on incessantly, Mu Wanting lost all desire to listen further.

Watching Li Ruhai stand there dumbfounded, she let out a few laughs, performed a courtesy, and departed with Miyamoto Nanako.

Wu Yi watched it all but said nothing; he trusted the veteran hero Jin of the Swallows Gate implicitly.

Suzuki Yuzaburo was preparing to seek a new master and was still hesitating and observing when Maruko raised the royal banner, firing directly at the great financial conglomerates, clearly intending to use them as stepping stones for his own rise to power.

"President Zhang, I've taken up much of your time today. Since the matter is resolved, my cousin and I will take our leave. Let's chat again if the opportunity arises!" Lin Tian glanced at his watch and said.

"It is time to go! Husband, let's leave!" Having achieved her goal, Huo Silin hurriedly rose and pulled Zhou Yi'an away.

Ye Zihan fought through the pain and forced her eyes open. Through the hazy, blinding white light, she caught a glimpse of a tall, elegant man in fluttering white robes, appearing like an immortal descended from the heavens.

But as she rose, she failed to notice her foot catch on the frame of the dining table. Losing her balance, she immediately collapsed toward Huo Ting.

"Fuyun, you addressed me as your elder, and I have accepted it. You must conduct yourself as a junior—mind your words and show proper restraint, do you understand?" Yu Le turned to Bai Fuyun, his expression both kind and stern.

Ning Meng held her breath and listened intently, finding the ethereal sound of the zither so beautiful that she could not bear to disturb it with her breathing.

"Then let's just leave it at that! I really don't want to go against Mom and Dad, and you and Sister Qingcheng are doing quite well together," Lin Ziyou whispered.

Therefore, if no action were taken now, once Hou Zhen detonated himself, not only the stout old man but also Chen Tian and He Busi would be buried with him. This was clearly not a outcome Chen Tian wanted to see.

Wang Litong's wife gripped the stack of money, her hands trembling. After returning home, should she... set up a memorial tablet for him?

Lu Chen thought that since the surroundings were so quiet and the Dao discussion conference ahead had concluded, if Ye Zi didn't come to find him, it would be better for him to go find her. Just as Lu Chen set off to reunite with her, he detected a trace of something amiss.

The player flying over was Tianwen. In the game "One Thought Five Hundred Years Ago," there were already over a dozen Tier 3 players. Both Batian and Tianwen had advanced to Tier 3, gaining the ability to fly on the wind. As a descendant of the Celestial Master lineage and recognized by Zhang Daoling, Tianwen held a high status that allowed him to enter and exit the Southern Heaven Gate at will.

Martial artists on both sides of the street retreated in terror. For those with weaker cultivation, the flames consumed their bodies before they even reached them, turning them into wisps of smoke that scattered like dust.

This time, the Dragon Kings were silent. Though they had gained extraordinary power, they were also restricted by some force—perhaps a duty imposed by the Titans, or perhaps they pondered what meaning their dragon race would have if they failed to fulfill their duty. It was a question the Dragon Kings had contemplated for tens of thousands of years without an answer.

Hao Xue had long known that once the floodgates of free healthcare were opened, it wouldn't matter if it were thirty-three floors or three hundred and thirty; one day, they would be packed to capacity, and beds would be in short supply.

"Tell me, do you guys know? Our Dark Church is being rebuilt, but the location of the church has changed this time."

Hao Xue naturally lacked such convenience now, but relying on his peerless lightness skills, he could leap several yards upward with a single tap of his toes against the steep cliff wall.

Nu Jian had just witnessed Mengde's methods with his own eyes. But to make him someone who stood above the Two-Husband Kings? Was Mengde being a bit too boastful? One must know that throughout the entire low-level demon plane, no one had ever dared to challenge the majesty of the Two-Husband Kings, let alone surpass it.

To pair with this six-foot longbow, Zhao Yun had specifically commissioned eighteen long arrows of refined iron. With the force of a five-stone bow, the power was far beyond a thousand pounds, sufficient to pierce metal and shatter stone, let alone mere flesh and blood.